One for the knitters...

Here are a couple of pics that I took using my little sisters phone the other week.

Enjoy.

TTFN

I pay by direct debit...

My Fortune Cookie told me: You will pay for your sins. If you have already paid, please disregard this message. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

Who's your favourite South Park character?

Recently I've been watching a lot of South Park, seasons 4-11, and most of it for the first time.
Isn't iTunes great, I've spent a small fortune downloading the series' and other bits and bobs, but it's all good.

The crude animation and the voices that sound the same don't get to me. The rather blunt messages delivered in each episode are brilliantly put across, ideal for the hard of thinking.
Or are they using sarcasm?

Anyway, in the 100+ episodes I've seen I can now say without doubt that I know who my favourite character is.

It's not Kenny, he is a device that is needed so that the others have something to get mad about, as in,
"You/they killed Kenny!"
"you bastard(s)!"
And he gets bumped off with such monotonous regularity that it is just mildly amusing now.

Cartman? Nah. He has no laudable characteristics whatsoever! I do occasionally laugh at what he does but I feel bad about it later. He's a manipulating, self serving, racist f*%k head.

Stan and Kyle are just magnolia I'm afraid but are needed to drive the plot.

So who can you pick as your favourite when most the kids are a bunch of smart mouthed cynics and all the adults are retards?

If you're thinking about Mr Hanky the Christmas poo then you're wrong I'm afraid.

No. My favourite South Park character is ......


















is....










Butters.

He is the only innocent in the whole debauched town, the only real little kid. The people he hangs around with are just small adults. Little people who have become jaded in a very short time.

So now I've shown you mine you have to show me yours.

Just remember the who and the why.



Chin chin

That's this evening sorted out...

Star Trekin' (edit)

As much as I mildly dislike Jonafon Woss, I watched his film 2008 show tonight.

The look at the at "Sweeny Todd" film was good, even if it was to listen to an American actor mangle an English accent*, again. This time it was different because:-

1. Jonny Depp's English accent was a bazillian times better that Dick Van Dykes in Marry Poppins
2. Hellena B Carter made her own accent sound similar to JD's so he didn't sound too crap.

I've seen HBC in all sorts of stuff covering stage, tv and film and she never sounded like that before.

Seeing Ross fawn all over JD and Tim Burton almost made me sick, then I remembered that I hate vomiting more than his toadying.
It's a film that I will wait until it comes out on DVD, that way I can fast forward thru' the singing parts.

On the up side however,

THEY'RE MAKING A NEW STAR TREK MOVIE!!!

YIPPPEEEEE!!!!!

I can't wait, they showed a clip of the construction of the Enterprise N.C.C. 1701 ( no bloody A, B, C, D or E).
I just need to avoid any unexpected buses until December, I'll even fly to America to see it on it's release.

Yes I am a TREKKIE and damn proud of it.
But I absolutely will not dress up in the uniform that hangs in my wardrobe.




* And don't even get me started on Hugh Laurie and that cow pat of an accent in House!

...Sleep...

Little sis and her husband went back home yesterday morning but not before she opened her birthday presents.
She got, among other shiny sparkly things, a Nintendo DS in black from 'A' her husband, nice.
I got her the first brain trainer and a 2Gb micro SD card for games and stuff.
Holy hell it was funny watching her shout at the device and get the questions wrong. Always read the questions and say the colour not the words. She got an initial brain age of 80, ha ha. My mum got a brain age of 75 and she doesn't do gadgets at all.


It was about 3pm when I decided I'd go to the fridge and see what I fancied having for supper, I was thinking I'd have a couple of Asda's own chilli burgers (grilled on my George Forman grill) with a baked spud and some steamed veg. The impending repast all depended on weather I had any of the said chilli burgers.
Upon opening the freezer unit I noticed a big plastic carrier bag in the compartment,
"that's odd, what's that?"
I check the bag and find that it's a cooler box full of coddle that little sis was going to take back with her and have some time this week for supper, OOPS.
For those of you who don't know what coddle is as a food I'll try to explain.
Coddle is a type of Irish stew based on pig products, it has pork sausages cut into pieces, rashers of bacon cut into small bits, bits of ham shank, potatoes, carrots, lentils and a few other bits and bobs. My mum learned how to make it from my nan (dad's mum), I'll have to watch her the next time she does it, I tried to make it once and had to ditch it, it wasn't horrible or any thing, it just wasn't like mums. And the trick is to cook it, then leave it over night and re-heat it the next day and it becomes thick and oh so very yummy. The nieces and nephew all go mad for it and nearly always finagle a sleep over at their nan and granddad's place if they get a whiff of (so to speak) the fact that nan's making coddle.
Only one person on the planet likes his on the day it's made, you know, when it's thin and watery just like any other stew and his name is Dad. Now don't get me wrong, it's nice on the day but it's just plain BETTER the next day.
Any way thanks to little sis forgetting the load in my freezer I get to have coddle this week, yippeeee!
I did text her as soon as I found it in the freezer and asked her should I keep it in the freezer for the next time she comes up. She kindly said that I could have it (after she stopped swearing, a thing she hardly ever does, see how long the authorities let you keep working with kids if you swear every other word). She also warned me to chew it properly and not to choke on it.

Little sis and 'A' stayed for 5 days, they had my room and I used the spare in the box room. I now know that the walls in my house are not just thin but VERY THIN.
Y'see 'A' has a snore, as do I, as do most people in fact. It's just that his has no rhythm to it and is interspersed with choking noises and ominous silences at random intervals, the pitch changes also at random intervals. All these changes make it hard for the new listener, i.e. me, to get any sleep at all, in fact it was thanks to 'A' keeping me awake one night that I decided to do a network up date on the PSP I had with me and after the update I found that I could now tune in to hundreds of internet radio stations, cheers 'A', I'd never have found that out without you.
Like I said we all snore but 'A' sounded like he had found a particularly poorly adenoidal warthog and was trying to saw it in half with a log.
Other than that he is truly one of the nicest and most genuine people I have ever met on my travels and he used to be a fireman until he got injured on a call out and had to be pensioned off with a ruined back, well ruined as far as being a fire bobby goes. It was caused by an accident but a really stupid one, the fire had been put out and he and his team where leaving the building and he slipped on the stairs and he went down them riding his air bottle, daft and unlucky.
On a lighter note I had THE best nights kip last night, for some reason.

When you buy a game for your Wii inside the case is a bit of card with a scratch off panel on it, I've been ignoring them from day one thinking that they where some sort of thing/dialogue that will have you getting spammed by (amongst others) Nintendo. Boy was I wrong.
If you scratch the panel and use that number to register the software then you get so many hundreds of stars credited to your Nintendo account by Nintendo, these stars can then be changed into Wii points for you to buy the virtual console games. So after an afternoon of scraping and typing in codes, I bought a game for free.
Yet another reason why I love my Wii.

While I was typing this the messenger service said that I had just got an email for someone I dated years ago via friends reunited.
It was twenty years ago and at the end I treated her worse than she deserved. I don't often think of the past, what good does it serve, but when I do and my thoughts are of her I do tend to become somewhat morose and beat myself up over how I handled the breakup.
I'll not reply, let her think I'm still the unthinking, arrogant fuck head that I was.
The past needs to stay in the past.

Excuse me I'm off to be morose and reproachful.

Chin chin

Hal 4 returns from the grave

Just a quick post to say....

YIPPEEEEE!!!!

The laptop that I had given up for dead is back from beyond.

Thanks to a really interesting down to earth bloke who's life you sense is a lot more complex and complicated than it first appears.
4.5 hours the repair/reinstall and update took and it only cost £40, I watched most of it and though I could have done most of it myself, I would have gone down the wrong path. Y'see I incorrectly diagnosed the problem as a duff hard drive. Mr Computer dude glanced at it and said that some malicious mining software, or some such, had got on the hard drive, fortified it's position and was looking for all my personal details and it was this that was causing the slow boot up and even slower and erratic operation.
Then after he had stayed very late at the office he gave me a lift home as well, what a great bloke.
I can heartily recommend his shop for repairs and upgrades, just bare in mind he dislikes laptops, a pity really as he had about 5 on the go at once with similar types of problems or installing stuff on them for peeps who didn't know how to, great place.

So now that it's all better I'm going to install everything that should be on it back onto it, ie all my games. Then I'm just going to use the mac for music and polish it every Sunday.

G'night.

TTFN

Parting of the ways

I've just got back home from a quick visit with the training place I was going to last year. I had come to the end of my time there as a student and I had to tell the women in the public sector that I wouldn't be taking the post as a TDA (working for the same peeps). The job would have had me travelling all over the north west to talk to students, employers and colleges, to be honest a travelling salesman covers less miles. No not for me.
Nice bunch of people there and they said I'm welcome to come in and chat, should I need advice or help with applications or interviews, so that's cool.

Little sis and her husband are up for a few days, paying an infrequent visit.
They live in Dorset and spent xmas in Austria, so coming back home must be a bit of a downer for little sis.
I haven't seen them both since the wedding last year, they look very well.
Little sis is out with mum and dad, some light shopping will be happening of that I have no doubt. Poor dad.
Meanwhile A (lil sis' hubby) is spending his time in the gym in town, no doubt making his already massive arms even more huge, well it's either that or shopping, pass me the dumbbells.
He's a nice bloke and a gadget fiend, so we'll get on fine.

Here's a pic of the inside of Ash' work computer, it's well droolworthy.
Why can't PC's be more like this, neat and pretty out of the box.

Been spending a great deal of time this last week playing with my Wii, last night had me fiddling with it for three hours, I was bent into all sorts of shapes trying to get to grips with it. Frankly I was exhausted.

That Mario galaxy is harder than it looks.

Gods that never gets old for me, the double thingie, willy gags you can't beat 'em.

Fnrrr fnrrr.

I love my...

Bye for now.


Chin chin

I'll be the judge of that...

Saw this on the shelf of the local "corner shop" and said to myself, yeah right.

It's bottle is flimsy plastic and it doesn't taste of much.

But BLOODY HELL IT'S HOT!!!!!

I dipped my pinkie finger in and had a bit about an hour ago, my tongue has just stopped burning.
Now I know what I'll be using the next time I can't get any fresh chillies or when I do a lazy chilly.


I've just taken my telescope apart, something that every astronomy site says NOT to do. Both the primary and secondary mirrors are now resting on my ironing board.
I took them out to clean them after I looked at them the other day and saw that they're both covered in a thin film of crap.
The reason I even checked them was the fact that I couldn't get a crisp image of Mars the other night, the best I could do was a fuzzy disc with just a hint of detail in the blur.

I may have made a big mistake. After some more research I found out that the fuzzy image could have been down to the fact that the scope is a 5.1" Newtonian and hasn't (in all probability) been collimated ever. It would also explain the wyred effects that happen to the stars.
Since I got the scope the weather hasn't been that great for observing most of the time, and only recently has Mars been visible to me, townie you see.
The scope is second hand and has some battle scars from it's life as a window display in a cafe. It's motorised and came with some eyepieces and a really sturdy tripod but no box, all that for the princely sum of £195.00.
So with some patience and a little care I should be able to clean the optics, re-install them and then collimate the scope with as little drama as possible.
I'll keep you posted.

ttfn

Censored at last!

This pile has been the home of free rantings and odd (really odd) comments for almost 2 years now, today that all changed.
A sad day arrived, with small but some hope.

I have been gagged.

Stopped from saying what I want to say for the first time in many years.

It's no government or no admin or no police force.

A power greater than them gags me.

My grief and my hope must now stay with me and with me alone, until the reporting order has been lifted.

Let Mercury deliver that order.

And soon.

Wii number (edit)

Hello to you all and especially PK.

I tried to follow the email link on your blog notPK, but my mac wanted me to set-up a new email.mac account before letting me continue. I don't need another account. So here's my Wii's number:-

0991 3388 9699 2775

chin chin

Smooth as a baby's backside...

When I smile, frown, grin, laugh or express anger, my face feels like it wants to hurt me.

This is because the goatee I HAD has finished giving me gyp.

It's gone.

I'm not happy. I liked my mask.

One thing I found out the hard way about facial fuzz was that when you wash you need to dry like you are an Islamic fundamentalist!

Stuff has been got and applied and well, I still look like I am facially challenged.

It's been weeks now and still have a "dick duster" made of scabs.

Look I'd post a pic or two, but, I look nasty, nasty with a capital AGHHHHH!!!!

Maybe I'll learn anything...

...although I doubt it,

Feck! I hace jusy developed a xrap cade od hiccups!

Aese!!

Third day into French and still know more than 3 years of school!

And now I'm so confused (drubs)

ardw!

Effin' hckups

So. French, by August...Piece of piss.

By the stars!

And moving on.


Holy FUCK! Dude!

Mary in garlic land, cool for you, but what about me?!

I speak two languages, English and, bad inglish.

So no French, to speak of, I've just got some discs, well if I'm gonna make a tit of myself lets do it "grande'.

You're gonna suffer for this. I may even say the banned line, you know what that is.

Git chops!

Infamy at last

I would like you all to join me in a big round of applause for my next door neighbour J and her blog, it has the coolest title ever, even though there are cool titles galore, this one takes the biscuit.

I look forward to watching it grow and maybe find out a little more about the goings on at number 10, that's number 10 on our little cul-de-sac not Downing street.

So I ask you all to stop by her blog and offer encouragement and an ear (eye). Oh! she also knits a bit.

Living next door to Ed

PS.
If you own a mac, stand fast Bezzie, then can you tell me what the "option" button looks like. Cheers.